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Recently, my husband and I got our hands on a sex toy for couples. It's shaped like a U and sort of clips into place via your vagina. It also has a remote control that can be synced to your phone, so your partner can be anywhere in the world and control the speed and intensity of the toy as you wear it. Intriguing, right?
So, naturally, my husband and I decided to put it to the test.
At the Dry Cleaners
While he stayed home, I ventured outside to run errands—it was Saturday after all. With my vibrator clipped in place and a tight pair of yoga pants for even more support, I went to get my dry-cleaning. And just as I reached in my wallet to pay for it, my husband turned on the vibrator.
But it didn't feel sexy at all. I immediately went into panic mode. Could they hear the buzzing? Was my crotch visibly vibrating? Was my face turning red?
As a means to quell my own paranoia, I pretended my phone was ringing and dug through my bag to look for it. Thankfully, they appeared to have no idea what was going on. Then, my husband cut the vibe. I was actually relieved.
On the Street
Next, I headed to the drugstore to pick up a few things and, of course, halfway there the vibrator turned back on, then off, then on again, then off. This was complicated. I had figure out a way to walk so that the vibrator didn't wiggle its way out of my vagina. Awkward.
Since there was no one on the street during this part of our experiment, I was able to enjoy it more—despite the weird walking. Basically, I was sex on the move. It was really hot for me to think about how my husband was at home enjoying this game as much as I was—but in a different way.
At a Bar
As much as I liked wandering around doing my errands, I knew the best place for me to really enjoy myself would be sitting down at a bar with a drink. That way, I wouldn't have to worry about the vibe wiggling its way out of my hoo-ha, and I could relax and enjoy. Oh, and I did.
Unfortunately, I couldn't relax enough to climax in a public place, but it definitely felt good. And with my husband at the controls, the surprise factor was one of the best parts.
On the Way Home
After a little while, I decided to head back home—with the vibrator buzzing the whole way. I later found out he forgot to turn it off.
It was freeing and exciting to take our bedroom play into the streets—even if I couldn't be completely at ease with it. Though this was fun, I don't see us making a habit of using sex toys in public. Worrying about a vibrator falling out of my pants is kind of stressful.